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A/N: Here's chapter two. Please Review. Enjoy…FYI: (sc) means scene changes

Chapter Two: Places They Have To Go

He walked down the hallway that was laughing at him in whispers. "You'll never find them. No never. You're wasting your time boy. No one can defeat him." The whispers in the quiet, long hallway taunted him. How did they know what they were talking about? They were only in his imagination.

The voices surrounded him as he ran. There had to be a way out of this hallway and he had to find it. He ran faster now, past all the doors along the way, the doors that were the exact same. The blackness was beginning to get to him. There just had to be a different door. One that would lead him to the place he had to go. But he couldn't see it as he ran down the hallway.

He ran faster, his heart pounding in his head, hindering his ability to think of a way out. Bang. He hit a wall. There was nowhere else to run anymore. Nowhere to go…nowhere…but then there was. He saw it. A door. An escape. A newfound hope, that wasn't there before. He put his hand on the door and turned the knob. "That's not the way out. That's wrong!" the whispering walls argued. "Let him go. It will only be his death, nothing more. He will never defeat the Dark Lord."

Harry pushed the door open, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. He looked through the door and stepped in. Then the door closed behind him. He tried to open it again but it wouldn't budge. It wouldn't turn. He was stuck now. The walls laughed at him but he ignored them. As he walked a few more steps he realized it was the same place. He was still in the hallway! The very one he just stepped out of.

But it couldn't be. How was it possible? He passed a few more doors and realized he was wrong. This was different. The doors were now a blue color and there was a dim light shining through the cracks of each of the doors. He was getting closer. It said until you see only white. But something hit him. Then another and another…the pain was increasing. "We told you not to go that way," the walls laughed. There was a noise behind him. Then a spell hit him in the chest. He was down and screaming with pain, as if someone was choking him.

"Harry! Harry wake up! Harry!" Harry sat up in his bed. Ron and Hermione's faces came into focus as he put on his glasses. "You were screaming. Are you alright? What was it?"

"Yeah. You scared the bloody hell out of me mate!" Ron exclaimed. Harry unwrapped himself from the blankets that were choking as he told them what he dreamed.

"Harry, walls can't talk so it can't be real. It's obviously a metaphor for something or someone else," Hermione reasoned aloud.

"Obviously, Mione. He's not daft." She shot him of look. "Sorry. What do you think it means?"

"It could be where the horocruxes are kept or…" Hermione stopped, not believing that she had said it aloud.

"Or where I could die fighting Voldemort." Harry finished. "I know. I just can't figure out what I'm running from, or looking for or what the white I have to find means or why I'm there or where 'there' is or anything else for that matter."

"Or what it means. What does it mean?" Ron asked.

"Well, maybe it means that this," Hermione held up the detailed (ten pages, step-by-step) plan they had made in two days, "is not a thing that we should have." The ripping paper echoed in the silent room.

"Hermione," Ron gasped, "do you know what you just did?"

"Yes I do. I tore it up. Since when do we ever go by a plan anyway? Don't you two look at me like that! Times are changing and we have to change with them. Besides, there is more at stake than a well-organized plan to save the wizarding world."

"Like?" Harry asked.

"Like keeping you alive. And apparently, finding the answer to that dream."

Harry looked at Ron and Hermione. "How long until the wedding?"

"A week."

"And until our test?"

"Two days," Ron answered again. "But what does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, nothing. But we have places to go before we can do anything."

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"Veel you do somzing?" Fleur asked Ginny, who was lying on her bed. "Vell?"

"Vell, I vould but I am really busy," Ginny mocked.

"Yes, you vook it. But I zought you vould care zat my family eez coming today. But I guess you do not care about anyzing…not even how moch you brozer eez vooking forward to zis." Fleur turned on her heal, leaving her blonde locks in the doorway. Ginny sighed and got up. I really do have things to do, she thought.

"She vos very, how you say, uninter-e-steed. She oviously does not care avout anyone but herself," she told Bill. Ginny reddened with anger.

"You must have convinced her. Hi, Gin." Bill walked to the door and hugged her. Fleur was now red and scurried out of the room. Ginny stared at her brother and smiled as he talked. He would never be the same. She was actually surprised that Fleur had decided to stay with him, as was everyone else. But Bill said he always knew. Said she loved him for him. And he was happy with her, so Ginny would have to happy too.

"Gin. Ginny I know what you are planning."

"What!"

"I know what you want to do. I'm telling you, don't." Bill urged.

"How did you find out?"

"I got your owl by mistake. Ginny, don't be daft about all this. Think it through. Think about what you are doing. What you are risking."

"I know what I'm risking! I know! I have to do this, Bill!" Ginny stood up.

"Ginny wait a second. I'm just worried about you. That's all. I don't want to see you get hurt. And this is dangerous. Don't do this Ginny." Bill pleaded.

"Bill, I already made a commitment. It's too late now," She smiled at him. "Don't worry about me. I'm fine. This is your week ok?" She brushed off his shoulder, smiled and walked out of the room before he could start a rebuttal.

Ginny sauntered off into the hallway where her smiled ceased. Fred and George were standing there with extendable ears. They looked at each other nervously. "We were…er…how do…want a candy?"

"I know what you were doing, thank you very much."

"Well, what are you doing? That is what should be asked," George turned.

"Yeah, well that's none of your business. So sodder off!" She slammed her bedroom door in their faces. Ginny sat on her bed. The phone and the door rang at the same time. At the door, Fleur's parents and sister had arrived; the phone was for Ginny, who stayed in her room. Laughter came from that end of the house, while silence came from the receiver.

Ginny sat, listened and wrote what was said. The silence was broken when Ginny smiled and replied, "I don't see how that will cause a problem. (Pause) Yes. (Pause) After all, I have places I have to go and I won't be stopped. No matter what. I understand my mission."

A/N: A cliffy…which is the entire story. Please read and review. Your comments are helpful.